Oh wow!

My computer crashed.

Several emojis are stuck.

Even the latest iPhones don't work.

Chu Fang stared at his phone, which froze, then restarted. He scrolled through their chat history and found that in less than ten minutes, they had exchanged thousands of emojis.

That's so childish.

Knowing that Zhong Tingyue was working overtime, he didn't disturb her.

It was almost 11 p.m. when he drank a gulp of water and headed towards the private room.

"Xiao Wen has a good capacity for alcohol. Come on, let's keep drinking."

"Mr. Li, I'm sorry, I really can't drink anymore."

"If our feelings are deep, we'll down it in one gulp; if our feelings are shallow, we'll just sip it. Our feelings are all in this drink."

"well!"

As I walked outside the private room, I saw Wen Xiangbing sigh silently, then, with a fawning smile on his face, pick up the glass of baijiu, gesture, and drink it down in one gulp.

As if stimulated by the liquor, he wanted to vomit, but Wen Xiangbing covered his mouth and swallowed it down. Then he pointed the rim of the cup to the ground to indicate that he had finished drinking.

"Good, good, good! We'll drink until we drop tonight!" Mr. Li, the client, clapped his hands and smiled broadly. He said to the middle-aged man next to him, who was probably Wen Xiangbing's superior, "Young people these days are really impressive. I'm ashamed of myself."

"Not at all, Mr. Li, you're in your prime, just in the best of times!" the superior flattered, then turned to Wen Xiangbing and said, "Xiao Wen, Mr. Li is in a good mood tonight, you have to keep him company and have a good drink."

Wen Xiangbing's face was as white as snow, and his speech was somewhat slurred: "Manager... I really can't drink anymore..."

But before he could finish speaking, his manager refilled his glass, gesturing for him to continue drinking. At that moment, everyone in the private room—General Manager Li, the manager, and some of the other guests—was looking at Wen Xiangbing.

"Good morning, managers and bosses." Chu Fang walked into the private room, bowed slightly, and said with a smile, "I am Wen Xiangbing. He doesn't have a high alcohol tolerance and once suffered a stomach perforation from drinking too much. Can we let this drink go? Another day, I'll definitely have him have a few more drinks with you."

He walked to Wen Xiangbing's seat and gently supported his friend to prevent him from falling to the ground. Wen Xiangbing's eyes were glazed over, as if he sensed his arrival, and he leaned against him.

"Hmm..." Mr. Li crossed his arms, appearing confident, "You haven't had a stomach perforation yet, can you have one last drink?"

It appears to be a question, but it actually carries a commanding tone.

The manager then said, "Xiao Wen has a high alcohol tolerance; he can drink a few more glasses without any problem."

The entire private room was filled with guests who catered to their every whim.

Seeing that Wen Xiangbing had lost his balance and was leaning on Chu Fang, General Manager Li thought for a moment and said, "How about this, since you are his classmate, you drink it for him. But one cup is too little, three cups of baijiu. That's all for now."

"Sigh!" Chu Fang sighed silently. He was too annoyed by these meaningless social engagements. He didn't earn much money and was ruining his health. Although he was so annoyed that he wanted to kill someone, he still maintained a kind smile. "Okay."

After saying that, he poured three glasses of wine and drank them all in one gulp.

"Amazing! I admire you!" President Li clapped his hands.

"He has a good alcohol tolerance," the manager remarked.

Chu Fang helped Wen Xiangbing up and said softly, "Well then, bosses, we'll take our leave first. Have a good time."

Mr. Li kept his word and didn't make things difficult for him. He simply waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.

The two left the private room, and he helped his friend to sit down on the sofa in the lobby. He asked the waiter for a glass of water and fed it to Wen Xiangbing in small sips.

After drinking some water and resting for a while, Wen Xiangbing became more sober: "Why are you sitting here? Let's go."

"Go my ass, I've had my drink too." Chu Fang rolled his eyes. "I'll call a designated driver first."

"That little bit of alcohol is nothing to you."

"But you still can't drink and drive."

Chu Fang fiddled with his phone and called a designated driver, then helped Wen Xiangbing leave the restaurant, since he hadn't paid for anything and it wasn't appropriate for him to stay sitting there.

Helping Wen Xiangbing sit directly on the roadside, the gentle breeze created a unique atmosphere.

"Thank you so much for your help tonight."

"Hey, it's no big deal." Chu Fang waved his hand. "Drink less in the future."

"Hehe." Wen Xiangbing forced a smile. "Okay."

The two sat by the roadside chatting. After a while, the designated driver arrived on the folding electric scooter. Chu Fang casually tossed the keys to the driver, who then hesitated immediately after taking them.

Having driven countless cars, I can instantly recognize the model of the car I'm going to drive just by looking at the key.

Bugatti Veyron.

“Uh… ” The designated driver scratched the back of his head and said to Chu Fang, “Boss, your car is a sports car, and there are three of us.”

"It's alright, my car was custom-made, it's very spacious," Chu Fang said. "If there's any violation, I'll compensate you tenfold for your losses."

He didn't want to take a taxi away, and he would have to come back to this place again tomorrow to drive the car away.

To put it bluntly.

lazy!

The designated driver thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Wealth can be very tempting.

The designated driver practically jogged to get the car. He had driven countless times and many luxury cars, including Bentleys, Lamborghinis, and Aston Martins, but this was the first time he had ever driven a custom-made sports car, and the thought of it filled him with excitement.

"Why aren't you driving the Cadillac anymore?" Wen Xiangbing staggered to his feet.

"Let's talk business," Chu Fang replied.

The main reason I drove the Bugatti today was to interview Conbo and prove my status and position; otherwise, he wouldn't really want to drive a sports car.

I'm tired of it.

Suddenly, a commotion arose nearby, and the two turned around together.

The group of people from the private room had finished their socializing and were walking out arm in arm, and they happened to see the two of them.

"You two haven't left yet, how about we have another drink?" Mr. Li said.

"Thank you for your kind words, Mr. Li. Let's drink another day." Wen Xiangbing forced a smile. "My classmate and I are waiting for our ride."

"Your classmate is quite good, very generous." President Li patted Chu Fang on the shoulder. "Do you have a job? Come work for my company."

“I’ve got it, thank you for your appreciation,” he replied.

"Where are you two going? I can give you a ride if I'm going that way," Mr. Li asked.

"No need, the car will be here soon..."

Wen Xiangbing refused, but the manager next to him scolded, "Hey, it's an honor for you two that General Manager Li is giving you a ride, how can you refuse?"

"Boss, we can go now." Just then, a shout came from the roadside.

"Oh well."

He and the designated driver then helped Wen Xiangbing into the car and fastened his seatbelt.

He got on the bus too.

The driver exclaimed excitedly, "Boss, your custom-made Bugatti is absolutely amazing! It must cost at least tens of millions. Three people can sit inside without feeling cramped. It's incredible!"

"Let's go," Chu Fang said, then turned to General Manager Li, the manager, and the guests, "Everyone, let's drink again next time."

After saying that, the Bugatti roared deafeningly, echoing throughout the street, before disappearing into the darkness and from the sight of those people.

Mr. Li twitched the corners of his mouth. He had never experienced such a humiliating moment in his life. What was even more distressing was that he couldn't find a reason to be angry, because the other party had been almost entirely gentle and polite, giving him plenty of face throughout.

Getting angry would be incredibly petty of you.

"Phew..." General Manager Li exhaled, shook his head, and said to Manager Wen Xiangbing, "I'll hand over my project to that young Wen."

The manager nodded.